Pietro's head turned at the sound of noise in the distance, and he excused himself from his friends. In a flash a face that hadn't been there moments before was blinking at Wicked, lips curled in partial amusement.
A moment later and he was standing beside her, the megaphone in hand. "Hey uh- appreciate the sentiment and all, be we've got noise laws," he said with a smirk, tossing it back to her.